 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
SHADOWS ON THE WALLS.
They come, they come, as at Belshazzar's Feast,
Those strange unearthly shadows on the walls;
They bring a message both for prince and priest,
That on the careless heads in judgment falls.
Those strange unearthly shadows on the walls;
They bring a message both for prince and priest,
That on the careless heads in judgment falls.
The writing is sent forth, from west to east,
From festive palaces to funeral palls;
Each class and kingdom to its doom it calls,
And those that fly it most elude it least.
From festive palaces to funeral palls;
Each class and kingdom to its doom it calls,
And those that fly it most elude it least.
There is no noise of stern avenging feet,
We only see the mute memorial Hand,
With its sad summons from the Silent Land;
We only see the mute memorial Hand,
With its sad summons from the Silent Land;
It strikes with equal step, where mourners meet,
And in the riot of the revellers' band,
In holy gatherings and the sinner's seat.
And in the riot of the revellers' band,
In holy gatherings and the sinner's seat.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |